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(Backdated to Nov. 1st, 2021)

Rakovanite had barely even touched down from his teleport to the parking lot where he'd left his bike prior to the battle, before he was letting the guise of Chaos slip off of him, leaving Nataniel standing in a dark, desolate dirt patch off the side of the road amidst four lieutenants.

As he stared at the two vehicles parked there- one: his bike, and the other: Tanwyn's car- Nataniel tried to mentally piece together how this was going to work. What did he need to do right here, right now to make sure this group of people made it to safety. He doubted the Order presence in this area was particularly strong right now, but he was here now with a lot more people than he'd departed with, some in need of medical attention, and it would be just- disastrously inconvenient to be stopped in any respect.

Cervantite, Calaverite, and Gremlin had stayed behind. Cervantite could successfully teleport out on his own when he was ready, and Cala lived in Negaspace and couldn't be trusted to roam Destiny City unsupervised, anyway. He was best where he was. For those with him, Feldspar and Weissite were lieutenants who needed help out of Negaspace. But they were also adults who were relatively uninjured after the fight and probably didn't really need him around. They would be fine with each other. The other two...

Nataniel's focus slid unblinkingly toward Diasporite and Vauxite, young and/or injured and confused. He'd said he would make sure they were seen to, and he would.

With a sharp turn toward his two friends, he shucked off the leather jacket he'd worn for the drive out here, holding it in one hand and offering it to Weissite, with the other hand extended, palm up, expectantly.

"Will you take the bike and get Gideon home?" He asked in a quiet rumble. "There is another jacket and helmet in the topbox. Keys in jacket pocket. I will take the car and-" He gave a tiny notch of his head to the two over his shoulder. "-take these two back to the house. Basyl will check them out." Definitely not reasonable to try and take both of them back on the motorcycle, and he imagined Tanwyn and Gideon would rather have some time to wind down rather than follow them back to the house and deal with anything that ensued from there.

Though he was sure neither Tanwyn nor Gideon would be thrilled about riding back on the bike in whether that was just at the cusp of winter-cold.

"I am sorry for any inconvenience." But this was just the most reasonable and necessary course of action. He didn't doubt Tanwyn would understand.

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Tanwyn

Shiningamisgirl

Mier

EchosSweet

Gideon/Basyl

Shanyume

Vauxite

It was always a little disconcerting to slip from one form into the next. Like unlacing a corset strung tightly enough to hold him together, dropping the guise of power like a too heavy cloak stole a measure of steadiness from him. Left him staring up meekly while plans were made above his head; which he appreciated all at once, because thinking was beyond Diasporite in that moment.

Nats purview was fine, and where Diasporite had been Mier became and nodded all at once. Slit his gaze, heavy lidded rose-hued eyes, between one person of topic and the next.

Tired beyond measure and ever agreeing to whatever got them home quickest; whose home? Who cared. Mier realized he would've gone anywhere, especially over the increasingly distracting blurr of soreness and hitch of ache that'd grown with time and left him feeling stiff for it. His back felt like a mess; especially now that there was no adrenaline and worry for others care to buffer his focus on it with. He was only glad he hadn't had it worse.

Like the snow garbed agent before them -- a new friend, Rak had said. Teammate. Injured and bleeding. He'd certainly need more than a band-aid for that. Mier hoped Basyl could help -- just as he hoped the next time they got together would be far less fury and hailstorm fire brought down on their heads style bonding. Though he couldn't deny the fun of it - winning felt good - being useful to his team felt good.

"I'm sure Basyl is very good with many things..." he had no clue what Basyl was if not an herb, but it couldn't hurt to be optimistic in the face of uncertainty. To offer the boy in the motorcycle jacket a reassuring smile as he brushed by to stand near the car. He trusted Rak-- Nathanial -- such a large team to take care of and he managed it with ease even though he must've been tired too - injured?

He hadn't even thought to ask after him and the rest. Just like he'd have to get the dark haired boys name. Couldn't have him feeling like he knew none of them - all alone and swept up into this without warning. Mier ticked it all down to things he'd remedy later. Names and knowing people; checking in to keep his whirring little mind busy.

"....it'll be alright."